Eeping Up

This is the long-delayed third party of a story, following on from Catching Up and All Grown Up. It will make a lot more sense if you read the first two parts first.

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So here's the next, and final, part of Luke, Katie and Sara's story. I really hope you enjoy it.

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Luke lay in bed, basking in the ray of sunlight peering through a crack in the blinds. He enjoyed waking early at the weekend, desperate to make the most of every minute alone with Katie.

She loved him.

Luke allowed the words to run through his mind again and again, his smile broadening each time. He rolled over to look at the naked woman asleep next to him in the bed. She lay on her side, facing away from him. He reached out to touch the smooth, tanned skin of her back; ran his fingers down her spine and beneath the sheet that in the night had slipped down to her hip. Luke gently squeezed the uppermost cheek of her arse, causing her to sigh in her sleep.

'Katie,' he whispered. 'I love you.'

Luke leaned in close, planting a single kiss on her shoulder. He heard her sigh again, then she rolled over towards him, languorously stretching her arms up towards the headboard. Luke lifted his hand just enough to accommodate her change in position, then settled it back into place on her hip. He leaned forward once more, this time to kiss the nipple of her bare right breast. He gently bit at the dark areola and flicked his tongue across the nipple. A hand came up to stroke the back of his head and, pulling back from her breast, he looked up at the deep brown eyes now watching him.

'Good morning you,' Katie murmured.

'Good morning you,' he replied. He leaned in again, this time gently pressing his lips against the soft skin on the underside of her exposed breast.

'Mmmm, that's really nice,' Katie murmured. 'You can keep doing that if you like.'

'Thank you. I think I will,' Luke answered. His hand descended past her hip, down the outside of her thigh and then back up again. His lips peppered her breast with small kisses; revelling in her taste and her scent.

'Luke? Do you remember what you told me last night?' Katie whispered.

'Ummm. One of the lightbulbs in the dining room needs changing?'

Katie giggled, biting the side of her finger as Luke returned his attention to her nipple.

'No, silly. The other thing you said.'

'This Singapore Vermicelli from Lucky House is better than the one we had from the Oriental Palace?'

Katie grabbed a pillow from Luke's side of the bed and hit him across the head with it.

'You know full well what I'm talking about.' A shadow seemed to settle across her face for a moment. 'If you just said it in the moment, that's okay. I don't want you to feel that you have to say it if it's not what you really feel.'

Luke pulled himself up the bed, his chest pressing against her breasts and his eyes level with hers.

'Katie, I love you. More than that -- I'm in love with you. I'll say it whenever you want me to; for the rest of our days, if you'll let me.'

She kissed him, her arms wrapped around his neck. Beneath him, Luke felt Katie's body shift until she could also wrap her legs around him. He heard her murmur of approval at the burgeoning stiffness of his cock as it pressed against her thigh.

'I want you inside me,' she whispered, her eyes fixed on his. 'I want the man I love to stick his cock in me, right now.'

'Yes, miss,' he said, transferring his weight onto his left elbow while his right hand reached down between their bodies. His fingertips brushed against her pussy lips and she groaned as he slowly rubbed two fingers between them. When he pulled them away, they were coated with her juices.

'That's right, baby -- I'm more than ready for you,' Katie purred drowsily.

Luke rubbed his fingers along his cock, transferring Katie's slick juice onto his shaft. As he felt Katie lift and spread her legs beneath him, he pushed his dick towards her pussy. The tip probed at her lips, before sliding upwards, coating the underside of his cock with more of her wetness. Luke rocked his hips backwards and forwards.

'Stop teasing me, you bastard,' Katie seethed. 'Fuck me. Do it now.'

Luke pulled his hips back, then impaled her on his cock. They cried out together as he slid all the way into her with a quiet little squelching sound. He held himself there for a moment, his full length inside her, before slowly starting to rock in and out of her sopping cunt.

Luke groaned at the sensation of being inside his lover, a groan suddenly suppressed by her lips pressing against his. Katie's tongue reached out for his, before she tipped her head back into the soft pillows and cried out in passion.

'Fuuucccccckkkkkkk,' she moaned. 'Yes, like that. Like that, baby.'

'Are you going to cum?' he whispered. 'Cum all over my cock?' He reared up, towering above her.

'Yeeessssssss,' she hissed. She grabbed his arse with both hands, her fingernails digging into his cheeks as she pulled and pushed at him. His hips picked up speed, his dick now pounding at her sex faster and faster.

'Yes, yes, yes, yes, yeeeeeeesssssssss!' Katie cried. She flung her arms out to her sides as her body convulsed with her climax, frantically grasping at the sheets.

Luke felt Katie's pussy pulsing around his dick. He stared down at this gorgeous creature, desperately thrashing about beneath him in the throes of an orgasm. He felt that all-too-familiar tingling in his balls, and despite a brief effort to prolong the feeling, he was suddenly overwhelmed by the need to flood her cunt with his cum.

'Huuuuuuurrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhh!' he bellowed, as his cock jerked again and again inside his lover. He crashed against her, pulling her still-trembling body against him.

Katie and Luke twitched in each other's embrace as their orgasms subsided. He thrust at her twice more, his softening cock squelching in their combined juices. Then they lay there, their hungry lips devouring each other, before falling still, exhausted.

****

Luke pulled the bedroom door closed as silently as he could, and turned towards the staircase. It was at that moment he found himself standing in just his boxer shorts in front of Katie's houseguest.

'Good morning, Mr Stanhope!'

'Christ, Sara, you nearly gave me a heart attack.'

Sara reached out a hand and placed it on Luke's bare chest. 'Well, we wouldn't want that now. At your age, heart attacks are more likely to be fatal.' The cheery smile on her beautiful face took some, but not all, of the sting out of her words.

The two of them stood there in silence for a moment. Luke certainly had no idea what to say to the woman who, just a few hours earlier, had fingered herself to orgasm while watching him fuck his girlfriend. What was the etiquette for this situation?

'Did you sleep okay? He finally asked.

'Like a baby. I always do after I cum.'

'Well, that's... good to know, I suppose,' Luke replied. What the hell are you talking about, he asked himself. 'I was about to make coffee; would you like some?'

'Thanks, but I'm just on my way out. I'm spending the day with my parents.'

'Oh? Do they still live around here? They used to have that big old place up on the cliffs, didn't they?'

Sara nodded, her mane of golden curls bouncing. 'They still do -- I'm off there now.' She turned and started down the stairs.

'Hold on,' Luke said. 'If your folks still have that house -- what, a five minute walk from here -- why were you staying here last night? Your parents could have put you up, surely?'

Sara laughed, turning to face him as he joined her in the hallway at the foot of the stairs. She looked him square in the eyes, an eyebrow raised archly. Luke closed his eyes and exhaled deeply.

'You stayed here because you and Katie had planned in advance for you to join us in the bedroom,' he said. 'Idiot. I figured that the two of you had decided on it earlier in the evening.'

'The chair next to the bed isn't usually next to the bed. Am I right?'

'But in fact,' Luke continued, 'it had been planned for...'

Sara tilted her head to one side. 'About a fortnight.'

Luke sighed. 'Right.'

Sara turned to open the front door, then turned back to Luke. 'You should know, Katie didn't plan to tell you she loves you the way she did last night. Fact is, she's known beyond any doubt how she feels for weeks. Everyone who knows her has known for at least that long. I just felt that she needed a little push.'

'I'm glad you did,' he replied. 'Will you tell me one thing? Just for my own curiosity. Last night -- was it your idea or Katie's?'

'Katie's idea - all the way. Don't get me wrong, I was entirely up for it, though.' Sara stepped out onto the pathway leading down to the street. 'Oh, and by the way,' she called cheerfully over her shoulder, 'I'm staying with you guys all weekend. Who knows what other ideas she's got in that gorgeous head of hers.'

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'What I don't understand is -- how on earth do you start a conversation with someone which leads to them watching us have sex?'

Katie took a bite out of her toast and looked thoughtfully into the air while she chewed.

'Last night was incredible,' Luke continued, 'I just want to understand how something like that happens.'

Apparently decided, Katie placed her toast back onto her plate and leaned forward across the table. The two of them were sitting in the back garden, enjoying the sunshine. A bee droned drowsily in a lavender bush beside them.

'How much did Katie tell you?' she asked.

'About what?'

'About the two of us.'

'About you and Sara? What is there to tell?'

Katie raised an eyebrow. It was the same expression that Sara had had on her face earlier in the day, and Luke immediately knew that once more he was being a bit slow on the uptake. An image flashed through his mind of Katie tipping her head back over the edge of the bed last night, mere inches from Sara's pussy.

'Oh,' he said. 'The two of you.'

Katie smiled at him and picked up her coffee cup.

'Do you remember when we first got together? I told you that I had no interest in the men in this town? The fact is that none of the men around here were a patch on the man who I'd first lost my heart to.' Katie looked up from her cup and stared meaningfully at Luke.

'Before I went off to university, I had a summer to kill. So did Sara. We spent a lot of time together that summer and one thing led to another.'

Katie put her cup down and stood up. She walked around the table and sat sideways on Luke's lap with her arm draped around his shoulders.

'Don't panic,' she said. 'It was just a fling.' She paused. 'A fling that's happened again a few times, granted, but still just a fling.'

Luke couldn't stop himself. 'Recently?' he asked.

Katie cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. 'Not since you,' she whispered. Katie pulled Luke's head against her, and he nuzzled her neck. They sat like that for a few minutes.

'Luke?'

'Hmm?'

'Are you thinking of Sara right now?'

'Actually, I was thinking about you.'

'With Sara.'

Dammit, Luke thought. 'You caught me.'

Katie pulled back a little so that she could look Luke in the eyes. 'Details please.'

'I don't think so,' he laughed.

'Alright. Then maybe I should just tell you what I was just thinking about. I was thinking that maybe I could have another of my little flings with Sara. Tonight.'

Luke looked into her eyes, searching for a clue as to the correct response to such a suggestion.

'Is it my turn to watch?' he eventually asked.

'Hell no. You'll be right there with me. We're going to fuck her together.'

Luke stayed silent for a few moments, still watching Katie's face. He suddenly became aware that he was holding his breath and exhaled deeply through pursed lips.

'A threesome. You, me and Sara.'

'Uh-huh. What do you say? Apart from "thank you, Katie" of course.'

'Thank you, Katie. You're sure about this?'

'Fuck yeah,' Katie laughed. 'This is all my teenage dreams come true. And only a decade or so late.'

Luke nodded silently, conscious that if he opened his mouth, it would be to laugh like a madman.

****

For Luke, the day passed as slowly as the night before Christmas passes for an over-excited child. No matter what he tried to occupy himself with, nothing could distract him from the possibility that he would indeed be spending the night with both Katie and Sara. It didn't help that Katie spent most of the day tied up with some unexpected issues with her company, leaving him plenty of time to himself to think about the evening ahead. By five o'clock he felt like he was about to explode. His lover watched his mounting excitement from the sofa, with poorly-concealed amusement.

'Will you just relax?' she laughed.

Luke picked up a book, opened it, closed it and then put it down again.

'Would you like a massage?' Katie asked.

'One of your massages? Are you kidding?' Luke leaned down and kissed his girlfriend. 'It's a nice idea though. Thank you.'

Luke reached for his book again, then stopped himself as the doorbell rang.

'That will be Sara,' said Katie. She smiled kindly at Luke. 'Last chance to back out?'

Luke looked at her incredulously.

Katie laughed and stepped out into the hallway. Luke chewed his lip nervously, as he listened to her opening the door and greet her friend. A few moments later, Katie came back into the room, the blonde right behind her.

Luke had never felt so awkward in his life. What do you say to the woman you and your lover are about to have a threesome with? How was your day? What's the weather like out there?

Sara crossed the room and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek.

'I told you she had ideas in her head,' she laughed. 'And I'm so glad you're up for this.' She flashed a quick look at Katie before leaning into Luke and whispering in his ear. 'However amazing you think this is going to be, I promise that it will be ten times better. But for now,' she said, taking him by the shoulders and pointing him towards the door, 'We need you to fuck off.'

'What?'

Katie reached up to stroke his cheek. 'We have a few things to sort out here, without you around. So why don't you get yourself along to the pub for a bit? Just one drink though!'

The two women ushered Luke out of the door and for a moment he stood, a little dazed, on the pavement outside. Then, with a final baleful look back towards the house, he did exactly as he was told, and fucked off to the pub.

****

When Luke arrived home almost an hour later, he found a small pile of clothes on the table at the foot of the stairs, with a small yellow sticky note on top.

'Put these on please. XX'

Beneath the note was a battered old tweed jacket, with leather patches on the elbows, and a green knitted tie. Luke read the note again, then shrugged and pulled the jacket on over his shirt before slipping the tie around his neck and tying it in a loose knot. Turning, he saw another yellow note stuck to the wall at the top of the stairs. Trying his best not to run, he climbed the stairs and pulled the note from the wall.

'Meet you in the office. XX'

The office was Katie's third bedroom. It was too big to be called a box-room, but too small to be used as a guest bedroom, so Katie utilized it as a back-up office from which to run her company. The room was dominated by a large wooden desk and a couple of bookcases. An old office chair, complete with obligatory squeaking wheel, completed the furniture. Luke pulled another note from the desk and obeyed what he hoped were his final instructions, closing the door and taking a seat at the desk.

A few moments passed before he heard two pairs of footsteps walking along the corridor outside, before two brief knocks on the door.

'Um. Come in?' Luke called.

Luke was no fool; he already had a fair idea of what Katie and Sara had in mind for him. The dusty old jacket and tie. The office. But, somehow, he still wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted him when the door swung open to reveal the two women standing outside.

His eyes went first to Katie; they always did, regardless of the situation. She was wearing a matching dark grey jacket and miniskirt, and her long, dark hair was tied up in a business-like arrangement on top of her head. A pair of black-framed glasses perched on the end of her nose. The outfit would have given her the general air of a professional young woman, were it not for a few things; the killer heels and black stockings she was wearing and the fact that she clearly had nothing on under the jacket which was buttoned tightly across her wonderful chest.

Katie pursed her lips sternly. 'In you go,' she said.

Luke turned to Sara. She looked extraordinary. If Katie was playing the role of sexy secretary, then Sara was very much in the role of slutty schoolgirl. She was wearing the most pointless excuse for a skirt that Luke had ever seen; the pleated tartan material barely covered her arse, and there was a clear six inches between the bottom of the skirt and the lacy trim at the top of the white fishnet stockings that covered her long legs. In theory she was wearing a blouse, but had tied it off beneath and in support of her full breasts, which were almost bursting from the thin white material. Luke had no doubt that the blouse was a good couple of sizes too small for Sara, although that was no doubt the point. Her curly blonde hair was tied into two pigtails that hung either side of the deep crevasse of her cleavage. She tottered into the room in white stiletto heels and stood before Luke, a caricature of a contrite teenager before her headmaster.

Katie stood alongside her friend, lowering her chin to look at him over her glasses.

'Mr Stanhope.'

'Erm. Miss Buckingham. What do we have here?'

'I've brough Sara to see you. I found her doing something absolutely disgusting in the girls' toilets this morning and, frankly, I think it requires disciplinary action.'

'Disciplinary action?'

'Yes, Mr Stanhope. Disciplinary action.' Katie winked.

'Right.' Luke turned towards Sara. Her head was down, but she was looking at him through her eyelashes. She was gently chewing her lower lip.

'So, what precisely was Sara doing in the girls' toilets, Miss Buckingham?'

Katie looked at Sara, holding her hand out towards her boyfriend. 'Perhaps you should show him. Goodness knows I don't want to have to explain it,' she said tartly.

Sara perched on the edge of the desk, her back pressed up against the wall. Then she lifted her leg so that the heel of her right stiletto was resting on the desk beside Luke's elbow; her skirt had ridden up and Luke found himself staring at Sara's naked pussy. Her fingers gently traced a line up the inside of her thigh, before she started to slowly stroke the lips of her cunt.

Luke was mesmerised. As the rhythm of Sara's fingers increased, she gave a little sigh. She was becoming wetter, and the intoxicating smell of her sex filled Luke's nostrils. Sara's fingertips fluttered across her pussy until her breath was starting to become ragged. She moaned, louder and louder, until it became clear that she had brought herself right to the edge of orgasm. Luke watched, entranced.

'That's enough of that,' hissed Katie, grabbing her friend's arm and dragging her away from the desk. 'You see, Mr Stanhope? You see what this dirty little bitch has been up to? Fingering herself on school grounds. No, she needs to be punished.'